Lauren Longacre
Stories (7/0)
Moments of Elasticity
In a quaint town, nestled among rolling hills and enveloped by an air of intrigue, there lived a man named Jack. Jack was a dedicated researcher who toiled tirelessly to uncover the secrets of infectious diseases. His days were a blur of data, experiments, and looming deadlines. He yearned for more time, but it always seemed to elude him.
By Lauren Longacre8 months ago in Fiction
Koi Pond Dreaming
Finley was a goldfish who had always dreamt of swimming in a vast, open koi pond, but his reality was confined to a small glass bowl on a dresser in a dark bedroom. Finley longed for a life beyond his tiny bowl, but he had given up hope of ever finding it.
By Lauren Longacreabout a year ago in Petlife
The Hot Bloom
The deep dark blue of the River North slowly overtook the flicker of walnut drifting towards the riverbed graveyard below. Stealing a glance at Reagan I see their face sunken, with a glimmer of malice I wonder may be intended for me. I feel a slight smile pushing forth into my cheekbones and shake it off. I hated that locket. I hated the man who made. I hated the heart shaped face that had faded within it. Reminiscence in the face of overwhelming despair is nothing but a distraction. Why doesn't Reagan understand that? And understand that I love seeing it disappear? Their malice is the first sign they might grasp the feelings I have grappled with carrying that locket these last weeks. Loathing, rage, despair, and most of all, guilt. Beside me, Reagan shifts their weight and clears their throat, my cue to leave. I pivot and saunter off, the wet ash crunching loudly underfoot. Piper must hear me as I see her tail wagging its way towards me in the distance. She lets out a few happy yaps as I reach out to rough up her ears.
By Lauren Longacre3 years ago in Fiction